Baseball season is in full-effect, and here in the Chicago area, there's some rumbling coming out of the South Side. Guaranteed Rate, the eighth largest retail mortgage lender in the nation, and the Chicago White Sox recently announced the Guaranteed Impact contest, which will honor kids and teens who are making a positive difference in their communities or schools. The Guaranteed Impact winners will be recognized at a home White Sox game with a shout-out from announcers with their photo on the videoboard and provided a suite including food and beverages to enjoy the game at Guaranteed Rate Field with up to 15 friends and family members. There will be 10 winners throughout the 2017 season, all celebrated at different home games.
Get ready to rock, Chicago...
This Saturday, Guaranteed Rate, the 8th-largest retail mortgage lender in the nation, and the Chicago White Sox are hosting a Rock 'N Roll night - a special event that will treat fans to an amazing evening of rock music, White Sox baseball and a post-game fireworks show. Rock 'N Roll Night kicks off a long-term partnership between Guaranteed Rate and the White Sox per the recently announced agreement to rename the White Sox stadium to Guaranteed Rate Field beginning November 1st.
I never thought that I'd find myself in this situation. Neither in the years before becoming a parent, nor in the 57 months or so since I've been one, did I envision myself as the father of a ball player. It just never crossed my mind, even back when I took my girls to their first Major League ball game last summer, or when I started playing "T-Ball" in the backyard with a little pink plastic set we bought for the girls. Despite knocking the ball around in the yard, I just never had that vision of standing there watching my little ones take orders instruction from a coach. But last night it happened, as Addie (who will be five this year) entered "T-Ball Prep" ahead of starting "Pee Wee Baseball" next month.
Back in April, as both the Chicago Cubs and Chicago White Sox got their seasons underway, I blogged about baseball here on The Rock Father. In that entry, I affirmed my allegiance to the South Side ('Sox), while noting that I'd never seen a game on the North (Cubs). I also promised my oldest daughter that we would one day see a game in a place like we saw on tv, and this past Sunday, that promise became a reality. It was a "first" for the entire family... my daughters' first ballgame, and for my wife and I, our first game in Wrigley Field. We'd taken the kids to see the Chicago Cubs.
As of yesterday, it's officially Baseball Season. I have a weird relationship with baseball. I grew up on it, and like many, played from t-ball through my Junior Year of High School. I had some ups-and-downs, and had a couple real pieces of shit for coaches along the way - the kind of guys that have such miserable lives that they take out their internal frustration and lack of self-control on kids a few nights a week. Yes, those guys. I collected the baseball cards from Topps, Donruss, and Upper Deck religiously. No, they never became the "goldmine" that the people at the card shops tried telling me they would, and I finally gave them all away to some neighborhood kids awhile back... just because I was tired of lugging them around between moves as an adult. Now, I'm a 30-something parent, and I still dig baseball.